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Camera Shy? (Part 1)

 

Recently I have had the most amazing chance to do two photo-shoots with two different photographers!

Both of them having very different styles:

Photos by Kyria Abrahams, 2012:

Here are a few (ok a bunch of my favorites):

Shooting with Kyria was simply amazing; easy to work with and we really were coming up with a bunch of concepts together. I am so glad that I had come across her work after she had done a beautiful photo-shoot with my friend Polina. Kyria is able to bring out your hidden personality; your sexuality and or your sensitivity. Her camera is her poetry and she simply: projects it with ease.

As you can probably tell we decided to use  a vintage inspiration (oh, how surprising!) mixed with my love of Vespa’s, Jean Shrimpton and Plaid 60s suits. We shot the photos in my house and found it to be the perfect location for future shoots.

The inspiration: Jean Shrimpton.

Other inspirations: Audrey Hepburn, Raquel Welch, Jean Shrimpton, Twiggy (of course).

A friend I know I will have forever, and an inspiration for having such a soul for the art she adores.
Check out Kyria’s blog, books and photos at:

http://kyriaabrahams.blogspot.com/
& a special thank you to Hamlet’s Vintage who lent a lot of the wardrobe for this swinging shoot:

http://hamletsvintage.com/

For my own well being- a spree, of sorts.

And so it is…

If there is anything that I have needed to do and haven’t done in awhile is go to a Stache Vintage Secret Sale at my friend Jennifer’s studio in Williamsburg where she sells a wide range of vintage clothing and interior design pieces. It truly is not only one of my favorite places to shop as I am a vintage collector and it’s just like heaven to me, but it’s always always a nice chance to catch up with Jennifer while she pours me a few glasses of Champagne and this time there was a special treat: Vegan gluten-free cupcakes with Tiffany Blue frosting baked by my close friend and roommate: Jacquelyn of Vegan Bun Buns.

Stache Vintage

Growing up as the daughter of a Famous Yippie Activist definitely had an impact on my life, I always felt like an outsider growing up in Brooklyn and going to inner city schools with kids my own age. My life was not particularly like the other children I knew  and I was just starting to get used to the fact of that. I’d stroll through the very populated gritty streets of New York, looking at the other people passing by me and just question: Why?

Why do I look this way? Why are my parents and family friends so different than everyone else? Why do I have wavy hair?Why did he not call? Did I do something wrong? How can I make myself be appreciated more?

I would pick out flaw after flaw of myself and worry (sometimes still do! much to my friends disapproval) about situations I’d create within my own self. Fears of being forgotten, left behind they all would appear to be beneath the surface but if you really knew me, I’d probably show you each and every one of my self-doubt.

But then as time went on and I realized the “Why” has such an impact on my own psyche that I had to change it to: “How?” How can I be a giving person? How can I love? How can I succeed? And currently, finally safe and secure in my own shoes: I say: I am indeed a beautiful, confident and loving person with a strong personality.

Don’t get me wrong, I do have some down days but since I’ve decided to take life into my own hands & soul: follow more dreams, go for some mini vacations and enjoy time with friends and family and of course indulge in chocolate and wine and all sorts of delicious vegan foods! It really does a great deal of positivity for your confidence and makes everyday so much more beautiful than the last.

I love my friends, especially this girl: We have basically repeated ourselves over and over about how we will always be activists, grow old as activists and even with our Canes, graying hair and wrinkles: we
‘ll always stand up for what we believe. My friends; inspire me.

Ashley Byrne & I at the Sea Shepherd New York S'mores Party at VSpot.

Ashley Byrne & I at the Sea Shepherd New York S’mores Party at VSpot.

Volunteering? All the time. It’s my life. Come out to Vegans drinks on August 30th at Fontana’s in Manhattan at 7pm for a night of raffle prizes and vegan food from Clementine Bakery to benefit Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary.

So, for the sake of taking care of myself and purchasing a few new vintage items I am going to try to start my daily pictures again.
Which will include my makeup, as much as I can. Did I ever mention that I am slightly makeup obsessed? I freelance as a makeup artists and usually offer that as my gift to Animal Organizations to include in raffle prizes: Makeup with Animals by Rachel.

90s grunge look. Stache Vintage dress and 50s slip. $45.00

Makeup: All cruelty free and vegan items from Obsessive Compulsive Cosmetics & Urban Decay.

Obsessive Compulsive Cosmetics: Lip Tar: Hush, Cheeks: I like to use a little bit of lip tar on my cheeks and they mix nicely so it was Narcissist & hush mixed on the palm of my hand and tapped lightly.  Eyes: OCC loose pigment. (I can’t see the name!)

Urban Decay: Rock star eye liner & Stray eyeshadow. and for concealer I used Aveda & a bit of Zuzu powder! (both also cruelty free and vegan).

You can be beautiful with or without makeup but whatever you do so decide to choose: Make it vegan because there are other beautiful beings on this earth that do not deserve the torture of being tested on for our own self benefits.

Also, I must take this time to ask everyone to sign a petition to stop the cruelty of Horse Carriages and call your local Councilman. Yesterday, there was yet another Horse-Car accident and the Horse was down in the street.

Please help us stop this madness!

Go to: Http://www.NYCLASS.org and read up on the information.

Samantha Jovani Hand bag Photo Shoot

A few weeks ago I had the desirable chance to model and work for Samantha Jovani Handbags, a beautiful local-to-New York City Handbag company that supports the idea of recycled and vegan materials.

We tok photos in a community garden in Bedstuy (Brooklyn) and then had a vintage tea party and photo shoot on Najva’s roof. It was a beautiful day and I enjoyed working with everyone very much.

Here are some of the photos taken by the talented photographer: Najva Sol.

04.30.2012: Rockabye….in Brooklyn

tending the garden of noise
when I grow the traffic
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
as the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn
I sing

Brooklyn:

What can I say about Brooklyn? I’ll start with, that semi-large borough that I was born in, brought up in and thrive in at this moment. I am one of few people nowadays who actually seemed to have stemmed from such an eclectic part of this country.  Brimming with local artists, community gardens, tree-lined streets and cafes, bars like 61 Local that have Kombucha on tap and introduces other local businesses to the masses.  I miss when I spend most of my work days in the fast paced hustle of Manhattan. Brooklyn is electric, eclectic and I simply adore spending my weekends there. I soak in the delight of the neighborhoods and currently, ride my bike watching the blurred scenery pass me by.

when the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn
i sing

rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye, the baby that is me
rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye till i’m fast asleep

The past week had passed rather quickly as time usually does. On Tuesday, I went to yoga at Jivamukti, my favorite yoga studio in New York City. I truly have tried many and this one just so happens to be the only one I find is progressive enough for what i find I want my yoga experience to be. They also are a vegan yoga school, who support Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary, so that makes my decision an easier one for me to routinely go to.

In class, I met our teacher, Chris. He was amazing, instructing us in some positions that I hadn’t taken part in and or his soothing voice introduced us to take part in positions I just hadn’t thought of returning to in quite a while. During the head stand, in which I was unfortunately having trouble bringing myself into after so long of not taking part in such a pose, Chris helped position me and left me, standing on my head for a little while. The blood rushing to my head and my thoughts clearing, I felt rejuvenated when I returned to upward dog.

After the class, we lay in a fetal position and then flat on our (sometimes aching backs) Om’ing and meditating to the sound of serene chanting music. I enjoy this spiritual awakening every time I participate in it and maybe it’s because I was raised as a child of hippies, Om’ing in a field along with 4,000 others, creating a serene musical experience.

the tunnel is train torn
the tracks are worn and sore
i can feel the rattle
riding up through the floor
she jumped the turnstile
he paid for his ride
i am the echo in the station
where their footfalls collide
i left her at the epicenter
we were trembling dutifully
i left him too
i left parts of me
singing…

Last weekend, my friend Dania came from the Bronx and we decided to go to the newly re-opened, VSpot. I ordered the Vegan Eggplant Parmesan, which I admit: I enjoyed every bit of. I had to beg the waitress to take some away because I didn’t want to overeat and Danny, the owner and a good friend of mine: brought me over a birthday mimosa. Our experience was delightful and as always, I will be returning to VSpot.

After dinner, we decided to do some shopping and stopped into Beacons Closet, just as they were closing and then heading on over to Target. I was dressed in a Nautical theme:

Sailboat maxi skirt: 1970s: Beacons closet: $15.00. 70s Sailboat skirt: Beacons closet: $15.00, Vintage retro shoes.

After shopping, Dania wanted to try some Kombucha on tap at a local bar on the way to the movie theater in Cobble Hill, but we decided to spend time in Barnes & Noble, have some tea and rant & rave.

As I previously mentioned: the week went by quickly. I volunteered at a small rescue for a few hours, I helped co-write a new song and stayed up till the wee hours working on the Artists way, gave in and finally decided on getting eye contacts which I finally have been able to grasp the routine of! and, sadly, my roommate Daniel, left us and moved to Paris, to become a head chef in a new vegan restaurant. (Happy for you, Daniel!)

i said today i am leaving
in every sense of the word
but I’m in love with your memory already
everything I’ve seen and heard
and i will go singing
as the solitude sets in
in time with the rhythm
of everywhere i have been
it sounds like

Saturday:

My lovely friend, Abby held a clothing swap at her apartment in which about 15 girls, besides myself, attended. (We literally had about 20 large bags of clothes piled up on top of each other) and we played the normal clothing swap games; First person to raise their hands, gets the piece of clothing and or jewelery. This time, I picked up quite a few items from Abby (including an amazing dress I am currently wearing with little elephants on it!) a Bob Marley shirt I have already worn twice since Saturday and a few pairs of jeans that I needed. Basically, after trying everything on: all 15 girls went home with some memories and a whole new wardrobe. After the swap, Jacquelyn and I stuck around and  helped Abby pick up while sipping on champagne & wine and at about 10:30, we decided to order a vegan gluten-free pizza from Pizza Plus.

Check out Kristy’s new blog: http://heyimkristy.blogspot.com/ for more details on the swap.

Sunday:

Abby and I planned on taking 3 large bags of clothes from the swap to Long Island to donate to Food not Bombs, a  food share that happens on Sundays all over New York State. We are trying to go there to volunteer about once a month and always feel wonderful after.

At 11:30, I arrived at Abby’s house and we went to have a delightful brunch before driving out to Long Island. About an hour later, of talking, we arrived at the Food share in Hempstead and started working on the produce line just as soon as we arrived. I am always amazed at what we end up giving out: but pleased that Food not Bombs is a vegan food share and everything we hand out happens to not contain ANY animal-by products.

We were handing out basil plants, bananas, potatoes, all sorts of other fruits and veggies. Jon Stepanian, a personal hero and good friend of mine, keeps everything under control and dedicates his time and money to projects like this one. In fact, on May 19th, he will be running 50 miles on Long Island to raise money for his own Non-profit Community Solidarity.

Every time we go there: we are amazed at how many other volunteers there are, taking part in such a good cause. We had a good time while encouraging each other to open our hearts and souls and help…

The ongoing word and joke of the day was: Similac. Ha!

After the food share we now have a tradition of heading over to our favorite Italian restaurant in the tri-state area: 3 Brothers Pizza Cafe, where Abby and I share a delightful vegan greek salad and each order Tempeh Marsala with spinach. And we watch as the two Jon’s traditionally with us, devour calzones and pizzas.

We were in heaven…

tending the garden of noise
where i grow the traffic
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
when the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn.

When we got back to Brooklyn, Jacquelyn rang me up and told me about a n ice piece of furniture she found and we brought it in last night, placing it in our living room and admiring its antique features.

All is well for a Sunday night as I tried to organize my new wardrobe of clothes and sleep.

Of course, I stayed up half the night with a poem in mind. Scribbling it down into a notebook I have placed under my pillow.

04.06.12: A town called Malice….

Better Stop dreaming of the quiet life cos it’s the one we’ll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus cos those rosey days are few
And stop apologising for the things you never done
‘Cos time is short and life is cruel
but it’s up to us to change this town called malice…..

All tied up in ribbon...

All tied up in ribbon...

The past few days have been a whirlwind of events, as per usual and I have yet to be done with my list of to-do’s yet…

I was given a taste of something I nearly forgot on Monday:

Freedom & inspiration:

I was able to ride as the passenger on a vintage motorcycle and it’s hard to not want to do it again…it felt magical.

Tuesday:

I was interviewed for the same French Documentary that I went to NJ for but we have to re-tape: again, which is fine because Marion is a sweetheart.

We ended up having a nice dinner at Rice, one of my favorite places to frequent in the West Village and or Dumbo, and usually by myself with a glass of wine.


Marion & Me les Femme

I really feel the need to go away right now, run even…I am slightly feeling lonely in a sea of friendships and not to mention: amazing ones. New York City is truly to big for hearts like my own sometimes and I need to go explore elsewhere….live.

I feel the need for inspiration.

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I need something to guide me into the power of lyric for I feel I may have lost it in  my daily routine and or the events that occur around me….just like the picture at the top of this page…I am all tied up in life and my heart is going sour around me.

At least that was how I felt in the middle of the week.

And then I wake up to the sun shining through my windows and realize I am inspired daily: by my friends and the new people I meet or just overhearing the conversations on the street. Wednesday night I went to the Open Mic (Occupational Hazards) at The Yippie Museum and watched and listened to plenty of people’s opinions. I just adore when people can incorporate politics, activism and poetry and or lyrics into one beautiful art piece. I watched with deep interest and enjoyed the fact that people really do care for the world as much as I do.

(Photos taken at Something New Lowbrow last week with my girls, Elizabeth & Kristy)…

Life is ABOUT exploring, why sit at home and not seek something new? I want a moped to enjoy my travels with like this beautiful Pink one:

Since the past few days have been extremely beautiful and overwhelmingly bright with sun, I have taken to playing with my outfits but making sure they are quite “chill” at the same time: and being that I am about to do more PETA work, once again…I decided to wear a PETA shirt to my job and I really love that I am able to express what I believe in.

Tomorrow(Saturday): I will be heading up to Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary with some of my girls to celebrate my birthday, the same thing I do Annually! I’ll be hugging the pigs, running with the goats and kissing Dylan, my favorite cow. I will be overwhelmed by the beauty around me and take it all in…with every breath.

This weekend will be uniquely beautiful….and I can’t wait to be  inspired in nature and to enjoy every second with my friends and those I care about.

This is the last weekend of my 20’s and I am MAKING sure it will be a memorable one!

Care to join? 🙂

 

03.16.12: 88 Lines + 1 about 44 +1 women….

88 Lines About 44 Women :

Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out till the bitter end.
Carla was a different type, she’s the was one who put it in.
Mary was a black girl and I was afraid of a girl like that.
Susan painted pictures sitting down like the Buddha sat.Reno was an aimless girl, a geographic memory.
Cathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery.
Vicky had a special way of turning sex into a song.
Camala who couldn’t sing, kept the beatand kept it strong.
[humming]
Zilla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of rap.
Joan thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath.
Sheri was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab.
Kathleen’s point of view was this, “Take whatever you can grab.”
[humming]

Seattle was another girl who left her mark upon the map.
Karen liked to tie me up and left me hanging by a strap.
Jeanie had this night club walk that made grown men feel underage.
Mary Ellen who had a son said, “I must go.” but finally stayed.

[humming]

Gloria, the last taboo was shattered by her tongue one night.
Meme brought the taboo back and held it up for the light.
Marilyn who knew no shame, was never ever satisfied.
Julie came and went so fast, she didn’t even say goodbye.

Rachel Kay London Mod

Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine.
Patty had a house in Houston, shot top syrup in her veins.
Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol.
Catherine was much too pretty, she didn’t do that shit at all.
Uh uh, not Catherine.

[humming]

Pauline thought love was simple, turn it on and turn it off.
Jean-Marie was complicated, like some French film maker’s plot.
Jeanna was the perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight.
Jackie was a rich punk rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate.

[humming]

Sarah was a modern dancer, lean pristine transparency.
Janet wrote bad poetry, in a crazy kind of urgency.
Tonya, turkish, liked to fuck while wearing leather boots.
Brenda’s strange obsession was for certain vegetables and fruit.

[humming]

Rowena was an artist’s daughter, the deeper image shook her up.
Dee Dee’s mother left her father, took his money and his truck.
Debby Ray had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home.
Nina sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone.
Bobbie joined a new wave band and changed her name to Bobbie-Socks.
Eloise who played guitar, she sang songs about whales and cops.
Terry didn’t give a shit, was just a nihilist.
Robin was much more my style, she wrote songs just like this.
Jezabel went forty days drinking nothing but Perrier.
Dinah drove her Chevrolet into the San Francisco Bay.
Judy came from Ohio, she’s a Scientologist.
Amaranda, here’s a kiss, I chose you to end this list.

Rachel, is a vegan, passionate and spontaneous.
(She really did end this list).

03.12.12: Dreaming is free…

When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what’s my pleasure
A movie or a measure?
I’ll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Dreaming is free….

And that’s exactly what I did a lot of this past weekend…dream. I stayed home most of the weekend and relaxed and did some errands here and there and lavished myself with beautiful fragrances and basically, Rachel time. I thought quite a bit about life; past experiences and how they affect me now….

And my friends, my beautiful lovely friends who called me to check up on me…thank you.

I did go out Friday night with my coworkers to bid a good one goodbye, JP, we’ll miss you! (And I’ll miss you’re Vulcan blood drink aka green juice you’d bring me!)…fun times.  Basically, I ended up in a cab home deciding that the rest of the weekend was going to be low-key and not to let anything or anyone get in the way of that lovely choice.

I got home and ended up working on the song I had been trying to find within myself for awhile now. When I went back to take a peek at what I had written; I actually enjoyed it. I was able to express what I has been trying to say and felt relieved…..

Now I have to strum a tune to go with it.

No wonder Charles Bukowski drank so much, it’s surprising how easy it is to explain your emotions when you have had a bit of that lovely liquid they call “truth juice”.

Staying home most of the weekend entitled me to set up a work out routine: dancing. Yes, dancing is the best workout for me as I hate to admit it but I am not someone who enjoys going to the gym. Though, if I do end up at one, I work out continuously for 3 hours and then don’t return to the gym for another 6 months, even if I had ended up hanging out with the trainers and making appointments.

Alas, at home this weekend and in my bedroom; I twisted, twirled, spun, waltzed and basically danced myself into a frenzy for hours on end. At the end of it: I was relaxed and decided to make myself this delicious lunch to re-energize myself with:

Spicy Miso Soup with extra Seaweed & Tension relieving tea...

Saturday night, my dear friend Carol rang me up on the telephone and mentioned that she had picked up a bunch of amazing vintage clothes for me. Some of them were hers previously and some just bought at Black Bear, our new favorite vintage shop in Park Slope. She came over that evening and watched as I excitedly tried on a few of the new items: not wanting to take off the 40’s vintage black sheer dress she had given me. After she left, I waltzed in it and twirled myself around the room feeling like I was living in the movie: Sunset Boulevard. Thank you Carol! 🙂 (My new favorite is the Givenchy blue  mod dress)!

Robyn invited me over to her place, as she is also one of my lovely and close friends for a cheer up: but I knew I needed my alone time. (love to you and Jessy!)

I wrote some more: chatted a bit online to some friends I haven’t seen and thought a lot about my future….

Cherish these nights, they do not occur to often.

On Sunday, I awoke to a beautiful Sunny day and got dressed and ready for some shopping in Cobble Hill. As I knew I was going to be going to my brother’s later that day with the kitten that he and his wife had adopted from Jacquelyn and I.

Of course, as I arrive at Borough Hall I end up running right to Perelandra (as it just so happens to bemy favorite health food store in the city) and grab a Grape Chia Kombucha for lunch as I really did not have much of an appetite. After hanging at Perelandra for a while and impulsively picking up a few extra beauty supplies to indulge myself in later I walked out with my head held high and wandered down a few blocks to American apparel and bought a purse. Ah, retail therapy.. sometimes it is just needed to take your mind off of things.

I never met him, I’ll never forget him….

While taking in one of my favorite neighborhoods in the city and giggling at texts I was receiving from Diana, my “Sissy”, I nearly bumped right into my favorite twin brothers, Dan (The Ethical Man) & his twin brother, Matt. Funny enough, I had emailed Matt’s girlfriend just an hour earlier to ask her to have dinner with me soon. Fate works in mysterious ways because right at that moment, I really did need my friends and there they were; right in front of me, laughing because there I was: giggling and wandering aimlessly down the street not even looking up…until I saw their bright smiles. We all hung out for a bit on Court Street, taking in the sun and speaking about their new project:cllctv.com (Collective) and their rock band: Here.

This was indeed turning into another beautiful day. I went up to my brothers and we hung out with the new kitten into the night, and sat down to a cozy Thai dinner. It;s become a tradition for us to spend time together again and I appreciate every moment of it.

After leaving I made a stop at Trader Joe’s and bought some groceries and ran over to Barnes & Noble to check out some new books. I love Barnes & Noble, and somehow just the smell of books up-lifts me and I usually walk out of there with another 2 books in hand; this time I was good, but I think I will be stopping there later on today, as well as The Strand.

Today as in Monday:

Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate….

I didn’t sleep very well the night before and actually ended up waking up at 5 am, but when my alarm awoke me with its “80s”-like alarm, and it said 6:20, I pulled myself up and out from under my soft sheets and into the loo to get ready for the day.

I chose a simple vintage pencil velvet skirt and a J-Crew shirt that my friend S has given me as a gift. (Hugs lady!)

I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by and watch the traffic go
Imagine something of your very own
Something you can have and hold…


Snapping this as I walked on over to my favorite lunchtime treat: NY Dosa Man, an all vegan dosa cart located near on the south side of Washington Square Park . I swear he knows exactly what to send my way! Food always makes me a happy lady.

Though I guess I am looking pretty serious in this picture: I also take my lunch seriously.

I’d build a road in gold just to have some dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming
Dreaming is free….

 And that is just what I will do: continue to dream….into reality.

I bid you farewell till tomorrow’s entry…xo.

02.19.12: And you say it’s your birthday..but mine is everyday.

You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too, yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

This weekend has been one of those epic weekends where Friday & Saturday were both the birthday parties of my friend’s: Carol & Jacquelyn.

On Friday I purchased http://www.modpoddaily.com so it’s easy for you all to get here.

After work, my momma-to-be friend Robyn and I went vintage shopping at Hamlet’s Vintage in the West Village, one of my favorite local-to-my-job stops (just a bit dangerous for those lunch breaks that I need some retail therapy..) and I came out with 3 dresses that I was told I couldn’t live without here is just a picture of one:

Nautical Vintage Lanz Dress, 60s.

We purchased a cute gift for Carol, a hand painted 60s Hawaiian bag with the scene of the ocean & palm trees. Carol loves blue and we instantly knew this was the gift for her. 🙂 But of course, it led me to the three dresses!

We went to Sacred Chow for dinner…I really won’t go into it, but at least my soup was good.

But, in the end, the night turned out to be another memorable one. I was surprised with one of my favorite meals from Rice in Brooklyn of black rice with edamame & vegetarian (vegan) spicy “meat”balls and chocolate. This was what I’ll just title the first day of my life while again falling asleep to the cities lights…just..simply…beautiful. I never take anything for granted as I never forget….

Saturday.

Waking up to a glorious sunny day in New York City while the sun rose over the East River and I marveled at the magic of mornings like this one. I calculated my plans for the day after a lovely cup of coffee and learned a few facts about coffee  from some cards…:) (I am a coffee pupil).


Jacquelyn’s birthday…

Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party

Birthday kiss!

I chose a Vaute Couture dress that I had won at Joshua Katcher’s birthday (One of few Vaute Couture Dresses!) and purple tights with knee high black combat boots and a 80’s parka. And the lovely birthday girl wore a beautiful retro 50s golden dress with a bow sash.. she looked beautiful with her rouged lips, curled hair and loving smile.

We had reservations for John’s on 12th Street, an Italian restaurant that has been around for quite a while in the East Village. John Lennon and numerous other icon’s have went there for their food. A bit over a year ago, they started making vegan dishes and prepared a special vegan menu because Mike, one of the two owners realized that this was a great idea to bring in more customers, as well as the food is delicious. So what happens next there is no reflection on the restaurant itself…..

Needless to say, my friends and I had a feast the second day the menu came out and tried everything we can.

Last night: I had the Polenta with Portobello Mushrooms and Gluten Free Pasta. Though, I definitely ate a bite of something with gluten because by 11, I was drunken with sickness  and by 11:30 had to go home, sadly leaving Jacquelyn’s party at Beauty Bar. I was happy I was there to celebrate with Jacquelyn and our friends as I also was able to finally meet Jacquelyn’s interesting and gracious father.

Treasures of my heart (and yes those are bunnies on my dress)....Jacquelyn & Abby

Entangled.

Sunday.

I awoke to a horrible pain in my stomach, knowing this was from gluten I knew I needed water stat and tea. Daniel, my gracious roommate made me tea and instructed me back to bed where I slept for most of the day. I awoke feeling a little dazed but fine enough to approach the outdoors again and made plans with my friend Sam, someone I respect and adore so very much. She & I are always honest with each other regarding advice but also just have fun where ever we go. I recommended the new vegan restaurant that had opened up to the locals in Brooklyn, Maimonide.

I relaxed a bit more, taking my time and starting to type out this blog post, speak to a few good friends of mine on chats and getting ready to finally, start the day or early evening to meet up with Sam. Jacquelyn came home and I grabbed a dozen of her delicious birthday mini cupcakes to take with me to Sam for desert and some I planned to share with the staff at this new restaurant.

60s Lanz Sailor Dress, 60s mod scarf

Vintage Dior 60s Blazer: Screaming Mimi's purchased 5 years ago.

I arrived at Maimonide quite pleased with its large communal tables and serene atmosphere, with a modern Brooklyn appeal and large painted Brooklyn Bridge on the wall. On one side of the restaurant the walls are re with glossy tablets that people can write what they are thinking and I wrote out a quote by Anais Nin, as well as my own poetry dedicated to friendships and the beauty of local restaurants with communal tables to meet new friends or thrive with old ones.  The other wall just so happened to be exposed brick, this too, I love.

Poetic words and art by locals...

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” – Anais Nin…

Our waiter, Ara, was so very nice and explained the menu to Sam & I in deep detail as we both chose the same dish: Corn Soup and a Gluten Free Pizza/Sandwich that had Portobello mushrooms and horseradish on it. (I had to make up for the glutenous mushrooms the night before)….and a coffee that was continuously refilled by Ara with constant refills of Almond Milk whilst Sam and I gabbed over our delicious food. I ended up sharing my cupcakes with the staff & Samantha. I have to say, their business cards are those paper fortune tellers that we all made in Elementary School where you guess the color and then the fortune and they give you a comic book as you enter and this gets better: they have Pacman + 59 other uploaded 80s video games with a coin free machine. This just so happens to be my new favorite restaurant dedicated to the locals in Brooklyn who want a Vegan/Vegetarian meal with some fun. 🙂 And I will be sure to return to their brunch during the weekend in which they showcase local dj’s and soon singer/songwriters which also just so happens to be a genre of music I can;t live without.

I went home early: happy with my experience, the time I shared with my friend and the friendly staff of my new favorite restaurant. And now I sit, relaxing with a glass of red wine, something I only have started to drink recently, once again. Listening to soft music stream  from my laptop and the affectionate foster cat, Tricia curled into a furry ball on my bed looking perfectly at peace and typing the conclusion to my blog entry for the evening.

I fantasize of simple surprises that may happen….

And, I finally give in…

to anything that comes my way.

Life, throw your best shot..

for I am able to handle you and your incredible successes and fails…

For I am at peace with fate.

02.2.12: Space Oddity…

Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God’s love be with you….

Ah, David Bowie. Iconic, Beautiful, Glam…Gorgeous and the iconic androgynous man. (And if you know me, that’s a plus!) Oh, and in some cases magical (Labyrinth). Ok, I will stop describing him as I am sure you all are well aware of these thing and more.

I grew up knowing of and hearing Bowie through my father’s friends and not so much at home but his beauty, voice and magic hypnotized me. I’d hear Space Oddity as a child and imagine myself living through this descriptive song. Ziggy Stardust? You know it. Two of my favorite movies has actually had Bowie starring it it: Can you guess them? I’ll give you a hint…

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You’ve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare….

Labyrinth: An epic film during my life which I have seemed to possibly watch over 100 times and continue doing so. I remember one time waking up in what I think might have been Massachusetts at 3 a.m. as a young girl (maybe 5 years old) and not knowing where I am but at someones house and far from home after traveling in a van all night during the summer months and there was Labyrinth, on the Telly as several people slept beside me.  I fell for this man’s voice right there, slightly worried by his character, The Goblin King, but not able to fall asleep again: I watched the whole film  and didn’t even question who may have turned it on. It was fate and I was able to handle it.

The Man who Fell to Earth is a movie & book that I discovered several years ago realizing that Bowie was in it and it became on the top of my must watch list. Every time I watch it I notice something different and an oddity, the book: deep and intriguing. Recently, I was able to see it at The Film Forum in the West Village. Seeing it in the cinema and not on the telly? Magical! (Though I had already watched it several times at my flat!)

If you have not read or heard of  The Man who fell to earth, you must go read the book and watch the movie..NOW.  It seems to affect people in different ways and some times, you don’t even know what is happening. It’s simply brilliant.

And I’m floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do

What is going on currently, you ask? What shirt do I wear? Well you all know what shirt I was wearing yesterday. After work I ran to pick up my beloved guitar and then I ran over to an important meeting for a group that I am currently involved with: Food Justice Affinity Group. We are mostly made up of vegans(and vegetarians) who work with Occupy Wall Street. We have quite a few ideas in doing out reach to the outer borough neighborhoods of New York City, both vegan outreach and Occupy Wall Street outreach. We want to show change and make change. If you did catch me posting our live stream link, great! If not you can watch what we are up to here & part II is here.

And in honor of Space Oddity: This shirt is amazing, right? This happens to be my friend Nick from work who has a brilliant style. He knows how to carry a cardigan with a t-shirt like no other and dresses mod occasionally! (Definitely hip!).  When he passed me with this shirt on, I instantly took this photo because I already knew the topic in which I was writing my daily post on.  Nick tends to be one of my  Mod Pod Daily “photographers”, as well.

Space Cat!

As we are already in this theme, I actually did a somewhat Mod Military look.

Mod Military

Military Mod: Charles Military Tank upcycled by AuH2O, Black granite vintage necklace & gold necklace, swapped vintage wrist bracelet & Black vintage schoolgirl skirt & printed tights from the swap.

Comfy sweater from clothing swap.

AUH2O, where I happen to pick up the upcycled shirt and & I have had a long history. AuH2O (Kate’s last name is Goldwater)  is a second-hand and vintage clothing store located in the East Village in which a good friend of mine, Kate Goldwater had opened quite a number of years ago. I wondered in one day and basically never left: becoming friends with Kate and modeling her designs even to this day. Her and her partner are very picky about what they decide to sell in the shop and no matter what when I go in there I always walk out with a bag of items at GREAT prices. Kate also does numerous fashion shows and fashionable items that reflect her (as well as my own) activist choices. Kate is not only an inspiration but a delight.  But seriously, I LOVE Charles military tank. 🙂

Check out her shop at:

84 East 7th Street  in New York City and her website at: www.auh2oshop.com/

Also, this may be off topic but I have recently came across Moroccan Oil: It is AMAZING. My hair feels like a dream and shines like the sun. Check it out and you shall to be amazed!

Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you….
“Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do….

Personally, I would love to be floating far above the moon looking down at the earth below and realizing we are all space cats..Odd? I think not. Word of the day? Magical.  Because that’s what space cats are.

Can you hear me Major Tom?

Space Mod Hop

P.S. WAR is OVER. You can wear a military inspired outfit but please do not support wars of any kind. Though I am sure Charles was a nice guy. Peace.

02.1.12: Fly on little wing, Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing…….

Little wing, just another one of my favorite songs and Jimi? A love….genius.

Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running round
Butterflies and zebras….

So let me start off this blog by first apologizing for not updating yesterday as I knew that I would have a bit more to say today about an event I went to: A relaxing evening with some of my favorite girls clothing swapping! When I first received the email from my inspirational and lovely friend Marisa (who directed Vegucated!) I changed my plans around so that I can make sure to spend time with her and our many other friends…..

A clothing swap, you ask? If you have never heard of a clothing swap it is when you and your friends, coworkers or even a store, a school, basically a bunch of people get together and bring things that they don’t wear anymore and put it up to swap. One used skirt is another person’s new one….You end up having a great time swapping with your friends and know that these clothes will be used again and or reswapped at the next one! Many organizations hold swaps and you can look up events in your area where these are being held.  New York University holds one annually around Earth Day that I have been to and participated in.

Last night we were also swapping jewelery, housing appliances, beauty products, shoes etc. I highly, I mean, HIGHLY believe in clothing swaps and or donating. Recycling, Upcycling, thrift & vintage …these are just a few of my favorite things. (Along with whiskers on kittens!).

The night turned out beautiful as about 10 of us sat down around a coffee table modeling our swaps and snacking on guacamole, pate, hummus and fresh veggies. Corn Chips and Salsa and wine or coconut water and I even got to try Amy’s new Gluten Free Vegan Pizza! (AMAZING!). AT one point, I looked around the room and marveled at how wonderful and inspiring my friends are. Motivational and intriguing: it was a wonderful night of good girl fun.

I tried not to indulge  in my friend’s swaps, too much but at these events you are allowed to.  I ended up getting some AMAZING things including this Tunic dress that I am wearing today & the rainbow bracelets:

Tunic Dress swapped from Leanne ❤ Rainbow Bracelet swapped from Jasmin...

Clothing swaps are needed in order to recycle and I ask everyone reading this to host one with your girl friends or guy friends and make a day or night of it.  You would be surprised at the treasures you come home with! I actually went home with two bags full of “new” clothes to wear and use for this here daily blog and I will be trying to incorporate them as much as I can. There was even a Mat & Nat vegan bag up for swap and almost a fight over it. 😉 (haha not really.) Also, everything swapped last night was vegan.

And moonbeams and fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

Growing up in the hippie dippy way that I did I actually became quite accustomed to “free” clothing, another way to swap at whatever stop overs we were at or communes or just constantly swapping clothing with friends. I’d enjoy playing dress up for HOURS on end with my brand “new” clothes, tossing them around and always found some of my favorites as I’d pretend I was a princess or sometimes Janine from the Ghostbusters. Good times, I tell you. Growing up as a hippy allowed me to be able to realize that recycling and wearing clothes that once belonged to another person is OK. As well as it allowed me to experience a lot of different fashions because my family let me dress the way I chose and I appreciate them bringing me up to have my own personality and as you call tell: I have my own style.

Little wing vest: French purchase. When I wear this vest I feel like I am at Woodstock 69'


Do you have your own style? We all do, we seem to seek out these fashions when we are quite young and finally find ourselves later in life…I enjoy stepping out of the box, as you know and if I feel like I am wearing anything basic: it appears obvious to me that I am not feeling like myself.

The past few days have flown on: maybe this is why I chose little wing as today’s song because time just flies so quickly. I had my guitar fixed, it is absolutely beautiful and I am excited to start practicing it more frequently now that it is much easier to play as well as writing more songs. I just need to chill and since music is definitely on the top of my list of favorite things: I want to make it for myself.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

And I will fly on… as last year was the year of change but this year is the year of content. And the meaning of life is? Siri from the iPhone says “a movie”.

P.S. Host a clothing swap in your area and if you are in New York City, invite me.

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